Canciones de Maná

"The songs captured the daily adventures, so vividly, as if they were different cameras filming from different angles, the songs grasped their feelings, their emotions...to later in life reveal their roots, their life struggles as a memory, an epic film of the 5 niños..."

Canciones del Corazon - Songs of the heart

Everyone has a song of their own. A song that summarizes the most memorable moments during childhood, youth, and adulthood.  The songs we choose to hold inside our hearts and minds create that perfect harmony along the story that if ever needs to be told, will bring forth such a fresh experience to the heart.  The heart has it's way to reach out to others and chant a song of purity, passion, and even anguish and negativity.  The song of the 5 niños, rests mostly on those lyrics sung by the group Maná, a rock and roll band from Mexico.

Everyone has a song of that they can relate to, a song that their heart sings, and spills those memories of the past..revealing them at the most appropriate time, when the heart needs a little encouragement.  As humans, we hold to a song that connects our current life to that of the past, takes a hold of you and moves back the hands of the clock to give you that piece of an enchanted life.  It is a magical moment, undescribable, yet so vivid and pure.

[I have my songs, yes, the songs that directed the life of struggle, the life of "Job" if you will.  When I hear the tune of the harmonica when it perfectly releases a melody without missing a note, my eyes line up perfectly to that distant point in the thin air...my mind travels to those days of glory and mischief.  It travels to that first time my heart held that song and chanted over and over the words.....]

[And it goes something like this: ]

There stood the thin almost bony little girl, so out of place with her blonde hair waving as the wind brushed against her, she stood there playing with her hair twisting the ends while her lips moved to the tune of Maná.  As if subconciously making a mental note that one day she would have to make reference to that very day and that very song.  She stood there, her eyes fixed to a point somewhere in time as if staring into the eyes of the future, her own eyes as an adult.

"Rayando El Sol" played the beat of the drums, the sound of the guitar was telling the heart to hold it tight.  Es mafacil llegar al sol que a tu corazon, me muero por ti, viviendo sin ti, y no aguanto, me duele tanto estar asi, rayando el Sol.... these words played over and over her head, Trapping every bit of those memories.  The cameras of her eyes and those eyes from the future were capturing her emotions, that intense moment of silence....capturing every detail of her sorrounding, her heart beat with the sound of the music telling her to visualize and transport those images to that individual staring back at her.

 The house overlooked this small canyon (Barranco), when it rained it flooded, often it became their playground.  The trees leaning over the canyon were their forts, their imagination grew wild and they used every bit of their available resources to entertain themselves. It was an epic moment. The niños played so freely, so innocently they moved about the branches...their minds occupied by the moment's mysterious mischiefs.  The land had several weak points of erosion.  Slowly the erosion would've reached the house, however, they were raptured before they learned what became of the house.

The front of the house had this perfect clearing from when all 5 kids would play, and through it ran the dirt road that was frequented by the cows, the horses, and the bulls Papa Chico used for his daily transportation and that of the Carreta.  That dirt road had a guayaba tree right next to the canyon, and as it kept running down, had Tiguilote trees, and next to it was the well the kids had artistically build with their own hands.

They lived there in that place in those days, as if carefully placed by a mysterious crafter who was fully aware that those moments would become a positive reinforcer in their future lives.  Oh, so magistic were the days, their adventures, their pain, their hunger for life, and their thirst for the unknown.  It was if the writter of their story knew perfectly well that their minds would connect.  The mind of the abandoned memory and that of the present soul who desperately sought to re-connect and live those days of glory.

Rayando el Sol translates to "scratching the sun," meaning that it is easier to reach the sun than to get those old joyeous emotions back.  The past is a mere memory, an episode of life that although everyone craves it, they get lost in the gigantous mouth of the wordly deeds and sinful ways of this life...forgetting and setting aside the true meaning of life.  As the song claims, you can look up and feel the sun warming your skin and giving you that moment of peace...it is often easier to live the now and ignore what we have learned, what we are made off. 

The 5 niños learned their life, they lived those moments holding tight to each other.  Staring at the sun and loosing their vision into the future...they lived that moment.  It all happened very fast, they were alone however, there came that day... they were taken from their roots and misplaced in a world of perdition...in a world of uncomprehended methods of life.  It was for their own good so the story told.... and indeed it has been for their own good. 

It was an act of methamorphosis, a complete transformation from a life of poverty, freedom, high spirited living to a monotone ways of life.  Where everything was different: the buzzing of the cars fumigating the fresh air with their contaminating smoke, the sound of busy people rushing to live life and forgetting about the most important aspect of life - living a day, a time worry free.  Everywhere the niños looked, where ever they went, they were confronted by the ethnocentric beings of this culture, accussing them of vile things, considering them outsiders, invaders of their perfectly round egocentrical almost selfish world.

The songs rings true, Rayando el Sol - and there she stands next to a palm tree gazing back in time staring straight into that sunset and slowly adding years to her life.  Much older now, she still sits back to gaze to that horizon the environment creates when the sun goes down and connects to those of the little blond haired girl staring back at her.

And thus their world connect through the time machine of the epic sun set, driving their world much closer than what could be imagined. 

"And so, her heart felt fear, yet it was contempt to know that her world had drastically changed and admired the goodness and puerest of glorious deeds in her life...so she lost her reality into the majestic sunset...gazing into the horizon.."